Seeing the frustrated look on Loyce's face, Bianca smirked triumphantly. She had assumed the VIP pass meant Loyce had powerful connections, but it seemed she was all talk.
"I heard you got your VIP pass through a wealthy patron," Bianca taunted. "Was it Hank? You don't actually think he'll care about you, do you? It's common knowledge that Hank gets a new girlfriend every week. Besides, didn't you know Vincent is his friend? If Hank finds out you harmed Vincent with those needles, do you really think his temper will let you off the hook?"
Loyce sighed internally, her appetite for coffee completely gone. "Then you should go find—"
Before she could finish, a sycophantic voice called out from the creaking staircase, "My esteemed lady!"
Three men were coming up.
Bianca turned at the sound and saw the coffee shop owner. It never crossed her mind that the greeting was for the girl beside her.
"Mr. Westwood, you're just in time," she said immediately. "I need your cooperation. You can't let this woman—"
Bianca was cut off as Mr. Westwood walked right past her, bowing obsequiously as he placed a contract on the table next to Loyce. "You're the valued guest at table number 8, correct?"
Loyce nodded, her eyes filled with confusion. "Yes, what is it?"
Under Bianca's astonished gaze, Mr. Westwood continued to smile fawningly at Loyce. "Oh, it's nothing, I just came to deliver the transfer contract for the coffee shop. This establishment is now yours. Is there anything else you require?"
Loyce blinked. Hers? She had just tried to buy it and found it had already been sold. Who had bought the coffee shop and given it to her?
She opened the contract to look it over, while Bianca instinctively retorted, "Her? Mr. Westwood, are you sure you haven't made a mistake?"

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